Vowel Movement

I had quite a productive day today.

In fact, you could say that I had a vowel movement. A warm softserve of my information starfished feverishly into the cup of life called the internet.

You slather my information all about you until possessed with a steaming desire to discuss it further. Soon we vigorously exchange the mucilaginous paste of assimilating knowledge betwixt us.

And lo, though my writings may satiate your deepest hungers, fulfillment arrives only from violently retching the hot splash of semi-processed information back into my eager mind.

Once again the free exchange of thought wriggles down the serpentine tunnels of the mind, imbued with your musky heft of discovery and speckled with the partially consumed nuggets of my original idea.


















Or you could just say I managed to get a lot written.










If you WOULD HAVE said the former, please send me an email with a picture, phrenology measurements for each of the 27 brain organs, and a 200 word essay on how "Teen Wolf, Too" changed your life.

Masks - Part I

We all wear masks. Every one of us, every day. Whether it be for the point of "doing the right thing", or not offending or pretending to be something we're not is irrelevant. The point is that every one of us pretends a little bit each day.

I have anxiety and depression issues. I hesitate to say that "I suffer" from them, as in general I do not. On occasion one of them can flare to a point of discomfort. At such times I have no issue with taking medication to level back out. But I dislike the thought of staying medicated.

Anxiety and depression are deeply intertwined with the funny little creature I like to call me. Lose my anxiety and my energy levels drop. I lose some of the idiosyncrasies of my character that are brought about by my constant fears and paranoias. If my depression is taken away, the cynical side of me somewhat dies. Medicate me and I cease to be me, the voice in my mind that controls my fingers and urges me to create dies out.

So, you take the good with the bad. I'm currently in a bit of a depression swing. As a result my output has lessened over at Bonez. I'm not mired in a sea of self pity or anything like that, just a general malaise and lack of enthusiasm for life. I'm not sad, just...ambivalent. The world has gone gray. A wasteland of banality, devoid of color and almost deafening in its silence. This tends to make me distance myself a bit from those I care about and I generally become a "frump", easily irritated and moody, but never an outright jerk. (That's just not part of my personality.)

But in the interest of keeping up appearances I put on the mask of normalcy. Or, as normal as people expect me to be. (Which honestly, is pretty far from normal.) I trudge into work after an evening of no rest and sleepwalk my way through the day, pushing the appropriate buttons and saying the correct words in order to make time pass as easily as possible. I come home and blindly surf the net or play games.

It's times like this that I just lose my drive and my interest. I apologize for the dearth of posting on my part at the moment and I will no doubt return in the near future. Usually the desire to create will hit and then I'm right back on the wagon.

Those of you who also deal with mental issues will understand. Those that either lack mental issues or choose to ignore them sometimes have a difficult time in understanding why some of us just "switch off" from time to time.

Gory Musicals? I'm In!!!!

I have to admit, this amuses me greatly. I carry in my car at all times the complete scores to no less than 10 musicals. I have a nice collection of extremely gory horror films to boot. I won't even begin to mention my almost encyclopedic knowledge of serial killers. Is it worth pointing out that my neighbor would likely describe me as "Quiet, nice, pretty much kept to himself"?

Appy polly loggies for the lack of updates of late, both here and on Bonez. Had a rough week at work, thanks to our beta schedule and then had to deal with a crash, to boot. I got the computer sorted out. She's gonna need a new hard drive, but I should be able to keep her alive and breathing for another month or two. I have some fun ideas for Bonez. Hope to get them up in the next day or two. Tomorrow is the premiere of Diary of the Dead. :)

Is This Thing On?

My voice is crap. I'm working on a fun little thingamajig for Bonez that involves overdubbing a commercial. I do NOT have an announcer's voice. My voice is rather high pitched and a tad nasally. Couple that with my consuming dislike for being recorded and it's taking me seven trillion takes to get single words like "Plastic" recorded. Oy. I'll just have to keep on trying. Maybe I can work some studio magic and clean up in postproduction. :P